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The Excavator & Ash

“Oi be careful you dickhead! We don’t want a disaster on our bloody hands “ yelled Krish in ferocious voice that did not bother masking its fury. “I have seen more inflammable stuff than this, the most dangerous of all being love” retorted Venky in a barely audible murmur scratching his head with fingers caked with mud and grime.

The harsh glare of the floodlights illuminated the entire spectrum where the construction activities were in progress. An entire hill top was leveled in no time as a phalanx of Komatsu Dozers, Liebherr Mining Excavators, Walking Draglines and Tunnel Boring Machines whirred, drilled, flattened, bore and hacked away at the land, paying unquestioned obeisance to the orders of capitalism.

Venky, a reluctant product of one of the most renowned Engineering institutes was assigned to this project by the rapacious mining company that recruited him after 7 enervating rounds of exhausting interviews. Carting mud splattered barrels of kerosene under the supervision of the hawk-eyed Project Executioner Krish was part of his “get-your-hands-down-and-dirty” mandates.

Venky’s reprieve came at the end of every exacting day’s toil. The vibrating hum of his mobile at exactly the mid night hour meant a call from Ash. His Ash.

Word Count: 200)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Donna McNicol . For more details visit HERE